1930 Model A Ford Sport Coupe. Sorry, no pix. When I was looking for a car many years ago, my aunt remembered she used to work with a guy who drove it every day. Dad and I tracked him down. It turned out he was an alcoholic but still had the car. It had been sitting in his yard for years without a top, rust in cowl, quarters and floor. The under-seat tool pan was just a big hole. The rumble seat cushions were gone and the front seat was in tatters with a colony of bumblebees living in it. The guy's kids had packed the radiator full of mud and we eventually found the frame was warped. We paid too much but at least the sheet metal was straight except for the rust, most of the unique SC parts were there, and it had a title. The landau irons were missing but we lucked out and found a pair at the first swap meet we went to. All this was back when original parts and quality reproductions weren't unobtainium with prices to match like now. It took 20 years off-and-on but we did a ground up restoration. This was pre-internet and Model A has been researched a lot more since, so we made some authenticity mistakes. But Dad was one of those guys that could do anything he put his mind to and we learned a lot as we went. So the car turned out pretty nice for a first-time amateur attempt, nice enough to always trophy in local shows. The only problem was we never could get it to run cool, no matter how much we flushed it, tinkered with timing, whatever. After Dad passed, I lost interest. I no longer had him to enjoy the car with me. So I sold it and got enough to cover our out-of-pocket cost. We had lots more invested with our labor but those memories are priceless.